By Tatul Sonentz
In the blue shadow
of the pyramids at Giza,
a shallow, open grave in the guise
of museum displays a solar boat,
a ship of royal hopes, dreams
of a cruise to immortality...
A dream boat of the soul, sailing
by faith in stars, soaring with the sun,
now becalmed in a sea of sand and silence,
sails neatly tied to a mast laid to rest
after a journey through millennia
to a place beyond distance,
beyond eternal quest,
I do know that place,
I played as a child in the sands
of its time, drank the water
of its timeless river, slept
in its sun and -- in a host
birthplace -- I dreamt
of my own space.
Appeared in the Spring 1999 issue of Ararat.
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